Art can be a most terrifying thing.
This gift you have been given
sometimes feels more like a burden.
Imperfection. The struggle to recreate
the beauty you see in your head is
an act of faith, a process of redemption.
Amen to your struggle,
hallelujah to every inch
you fight so hard for,
this battle you see through.
Let that which you create
be a welcoming home for the lonely.
May your art fill the lungs of the starving,
your happiness give others oxygen.
Let the good sadness sink to their stomachs,
And your words crackle in their ears again.
Amen to your struggle,
hallelujah to every inch
you fight so hard for,
this battle you see through.
Slog through the mud you’re stuck in,
work out your faith with fear and trembling.
I am so thankful for each of your fragments,
the labor that is not quite completed.
And when anxiety has evolved to art,
you will have given your fear meaning.
Amen to your struggle,
hallelujah to every inch
you fight so hard for,
this battle you see through.
Amen.
